All Chapters of The executioner and the Alpha King: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Eva’s point of view Too many voices. Too many hands. Too many emotions crashing into me all at once. Elias is still clinging to me like a man starved of oxygen, Sonia’s fingers wrapped tight around mine. Michael’s teasing, Lennie’s dry comebacks—it’s chaos. And I stand in the middle of it like a stone, unable to move, unable to breathe. They look at me like I’m theirs. Like I’m something precious returned. But I don’t know them. “I don’t remember any of you,” I say flatly, my voice cutting through the noise. That should silence them, but it doesn’t. Elias only pulls me closer, Sonia beams through tears, Michael chuckles, Lennie nods with calm acceptance. It makes no sense. None of it. They’re mad, I tell myself. All of them. Clinging to an idea of me that doesn’t exist. Inside, Artemis stirs. She’s been with me since the cabin, my steady companion in the silence, my voice of reason when everything else felt strange. “They’re not mad,” she says firmly. “They’re your

Theo’s point of view Her hand lingers on her belly, mine still covering it. The waves roll softly against the sand, but I can barely hear them. My whole world is the way she looks at me now—confused, searching, fragile. Finally, she says it. “So… if this child is yours… then we must have…” She stops, her cheeks coloring, but her eyes stay sharp. “We must have been together. You and me.” The words slice straight through me. I nod slowly, my throat too tight to speak. She studies me, as though the answer might be written on my face. “Then why did I leave?” I freeze. The air leaves my lungs. The question I’ve dreaded more than any other—spoken aloud, heavy as a stone dropped into still water. Tell her, part of me screams. Tell her the truth, tell her how badly you failed her. But another part knows that truth will shatter her. If she knew what I had done—if she knew that I betrayed her with the imposter wearing her face—it would destroy what little trust she might still

Eva’s point of view The night is warm, the kind of warmth that clings to your skin and makes the sea smell stronger. After we finish eating, everyone drifts toward the guest house. Sonia hugs me a little too long, Parker squeezes my hand like he’s afraid to let go, and Theo—he lingers with his eyes on me, like words are caught in his throat. I can’t stay inside. Not with the weight of their stories pressing down on me, whispering truths I don’t remember. So, when the others settle in, I slip away and walk toward the beach. The sand is cool beneath my bare feet, and the waves stretch endlessly, black and silver under the moon. I wrap my arms around myself. “What am I supposed to do, Artemis?” I whisper. “You already know,” she answers softly in my mind. I close my eyes. “I don’t. They’re all looking at me like I should be someone I’m not. I can’t even remember their faces in the stories. I don’t remember saving them. I don’t remember… him.” My hand drifts to my belly. “And

Eva’s point of view Breakfast ends with laughter, teasing, and the sort of easy chaos I didn’t realize I’d been starving for. But even with everyone around me, my eyes keep drifting toward Kostas. He laughs with the twins, his hand brushing Carol’s as she whispers something in his ear, and for a moment I see him the way I did when I first arrived here—like a constant. A friend. A brother. And I know I owe him something. A goodbye, even if we’ll see each other again. “Kostas?” I say softly as the others begin clearing plates. “Can we talk?” He glances at me, curious, then nods. “Of course.” We slip out quietly, leaving the chatter behind. The path to the beach is familiar now—olive trees swaying, the scent of salt and pine mingling in the air. When the sand greets us, it feels like stepping into our own secret world. “This place,” Kostas says, kicking off his shoes and letting the waves lick at his toes, “I always figured it would be where we’d solve all of life’s problem

Paris’s POV The engines rumble like restless beasts as four jeeps wait at the gate. The courtyard is quieter than usual, the laughter from yesterday’s feast already feeling like a distant echo. Today, my home will feel emptier. “Ready?” I ask, though my voice doesn’t quite hold steady. Michael throws his bag into the back of a jeep, rolling his eyes. “As ready as we’ll ever be. Beds, here I come.” Lenny groans. “Finally.” They try to lighten the air, but even their banter can’t cut through the heaviness pressing down on us all. Kostas stands stiff beside me, jaw tight, eyes burning holes into the ground. Lily hovers near him, her hand brushing his, steadying him in ways words can’t. Eva hugs Katerina first, then Nikos, then Kristina. When she turns to me, her eyes shine, though she blinks quickly as if to hide it. “Thank you,” she whispers. “For welcoming me. For making me feel… like I belong.” I place a hand on her shoulder, forcing myself to smile. “Family is not alw